It turned out that feathers were not easy to come by. The birds, especially their meat in a variety of dishes or raw, were plentiful, but not the feathers. It turned out that everyone who sold fowl had an arrangement to sell feathers to the mattress and pillow maker. Most of the townsfolk would never be able to afford a full mattress—those were reserved for the castle—but many people had pillows.
I had enough coin I could probably afford one of those mattresses, but I had attempted to sleep on one of those mattresses in the castle, and they sagged horribly. It was like a giant, lumpy futon, certainly not like the gel memory foam I had in Brooklyn.
Hell, I’d love me some innersprings, at this point.
I shook thoughts of truly comfortable mattresses off as I tracked down the pillow maker’s shop. By the time this was all over, I’d have completed a giant scavenger hunt through almost all of the town’s shops. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to do any swapping with this shop owner to get what I needed.